is the entry number 69:) sorry that the story I'll gain could not be more tender because it would throw sugar. Well, not so well, but more or less.
Title: "Honey"
Author: lonely soul
Genre: General -Romance (?)
Couples -
Warnings: None
Date: August 10 '
A small, spring, she discovers that a neighbor sees it in a way that scares her. Then decide to ask help from your friends.
Author: lonely soul
Genre: General -Romance (?)
Couples -
Warnings: None
Date: August 10 '
A small, spring, she discovers that a neighbor sees it in a way that scares her. Then decide to ask help from your friends.
Since birth, she had always been in the garden. She felt free there among the jasmine and fruit trees, playing with her sisters in the afternoon sun, and no matter how many times I had to leave, she always returned there to continue to feel that freedom to run on your skin.
A particularly beautiful and warm spring, a man, a resident of there, and who used to pass by his house to go to work, began to slow at her every time he passed through the garden in which she rested while caring for the offspring of siblings. She had known him for years, but the man had never shown signs of knowing her. Whenever I crossed there, I was distracted by reading the daily papers or job security. It was one of the first days of spring, where the buds and leaves lingered still hiding in their outbreaks, one of his papers had been blown to the ground and his eyes were crossed. She, undaunted, had been swinging on the swing still green only by force the soft wind blowing this morning and he looked as if for the first time he saw between the green of the leaves and chocolate trees.
Since that day, while passing by, while his eyes searched the garden. His steps seemed to slow down when approaching the white fence that separated and only resumed his speed when he could not see it. She would have been flattered if those eyes did not cause much fear. Rather than devour it was as if to tajarla, tear it from the safety of your home and away from his brothers and family. There came a point that could take no more bear it in silence and confessed to his friend while snacking in the afternoon. Surprised and angry, a thousand times, he suggested that from that moment she would be there, watching man. The first time I saw and observed the way as obscene in his eyes ran over the body of her friend, she just might stop to run towards him. But what could I do? They were both too young and it was best to stay together. He would not dare to do anything if they were the two. But it was not.
One morning, in which they had missed by not having seen it yet, half an hour later appeared normal, without portfolio and without daily read. His hands were completely bare of any of the things we had, generally, when he went to work. That was certainly the first clue that something was wrong that morning, So both girls were kept alert to the movements of man. This did not seem to account for his friend, who had set before her to protect her. Both shaking, afraid of being separated. All I could see from behind was the blonde hair on her friend and the huge man coming toward them, with clear intentions to separate them. The man reached into his jacket pocket and his friend snorted as a warning. Pocket, almost like a threat, pulled out a pair of scissors, which he brandished in front of him for scaring the little blond guardian, but not moved an inch from where I was. Small, but not cowardly. He returned to take a step further and not time had this time to arrest his friend, who was on him. Fear paralyzed in place and his body trembled rooted to the ground while dodging small hands.
- DEMONS! Cried the man, when something is stuck in his forearm. The cry of froze, not by him but by another girl. Men's skin began to fill with red spots and it was swollen like a balloon while fleeing, terrified there, left forgotten on the floor, scissors with which she had tried to cut the rose. Faithful surrounded
bee twice pink petals of the flower before landing on her and kiss her with her small mouth stealing the sweet nectar be prepared with honey.
A particularly beautiful and warm spring, a man, a resident of there, and who used to pass by his house to go to work, began to slow at her every time he passed through the garden in which she rested while caring for the offspring of siblings. She had known him for years, but the man had never shown signs of knowing her. Whenever I crossed there, I was distracted by reading the daily papers or job security. It was one of the first days of spring, where the buds and leaves lingered still hiding in their outbreaks, one of his papers had been blown to the ground and his eyes were crossed. She, undaunted, had been swinging on the swing still green only by force the soft wind blowing this morning and he looked as if for the first time he saw between the green of the leaves and chocolate trees.
Since that day, while passing by, while his eyes searched the garden. His steps seemed to slow down when approaching the white fence that separated and only resumed his speed when he could not see it. She would have been flattered if those eyes did not cause much fear. Rather than devour it was as if to tajarla, tear it from the safety of your home and away from his brothers and family. There came a point that could take no more bear it in silence and confessed to his friend while snacking in the afternoon. Surprised and angry, a thousand times, he suggested that from that moment she would be there, watching man. The first time I saw and observed the way as obscene in his eyes ran over the body of her friend, she just might stop to run towards him. But what could I do? They were both too young and it was best to stay together. He would not dare to do anything if they were the two. But it was not.
One morning, in which they had missed by not having seen it yet, half an hour later appeared normal, without portfolio and without daily read. His hands were completely bare of any of the things we had, generally, when he went to work. That was certainly the first clue that something was wrong that morning, So both girls were kept alert to the movements of man. This did not seem to account for his friend, who had set before her to protect her. Both shaking, afraid of being separated. All I could see from behind was the blonde hair on her friend and the huge man coming toward them, with clear intentions to separate them. The man reached into his jacket pocket and his friend snorted as a warning. Pocket, almost like a threat, pulled out a pair of scissors, which he brandished in front of him for scaring the little blond guardian, but not moved an inch from where I was. Small, but not cowardly. He returned to take a step further and not time had this time to arrest his friend, who was on him. Fear paralyzed in place and his body trembled rooted to the ground while dodging small hands.
- DEMONS! Cried the man, when something is stuck in his forearm. The cry of froze, not by him but by another girl. Men's skin began to fill with red spots and it was swollen like a balloon while fleeing, terrified there, left forgotten on the floor, scissors with which she had tried to cut the rose. Faithful surrounded
bee twice pink petals of the flower before landing on her and kiss her with her small mouth stealing the sweet nectar be prepared with honey.
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